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Entry for the Writer's Cramp (8 lines) |
Colors of the Spirit Crimson paintings linger upon majestic granite walls. Shadows long for their second coming. Emerald eyes seek shimmering curtains as rippled waters whisper with the wind. Iridescent feathers like birch bark canoes make their way to distant shores. Violet once again passes forever into the night. Her wardrobe to be worn after slipping the veil. |